Nothing like 24 hours in a cramped airplane to create a strong sense of disorientation. That’s how we were delivered in Bangkok at 11:45 p.m. – tired and not sure at all where we were going. Happily most signs had English words below the Thai scripts, and most of the time the translation was accurate or at least close. We were thus able to find our way to the taxi stand line, which took about 25 minutes to snake our way through. We had heard that Thailand was the “land of a thousand smiles,” and one was readily supplied by our cab driver. He cheerfully explained that the “meter broken” after putting our bags in the back and tucking us in. Ok, so we know better, but we were exhausted and the hotel that we were going to was supposed to be close by. We arrived within 15 minutes, and didn’t find out until the next day that the 9 dollars we paid should have actually been the fare all of way to Bangkok, 35 minutes away. In the words of George Bush, “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice….can’t get fooled again.” Or something like that. taxi in woking

The next day we took a taxi to Bangkok and arrived at our hotel. Turns out we were 2 hours early for check-in. Uh-oh. But the hotel agreed to store our bags, and we were then thrust out into the streets of Bangkok without the benefit of a few minutes to gather ourselves in our room and develop a direction and a plan. Still feeling disoriented and jet lagged, clutching a map from the hotel, we picked a direction which we think is leading us toward the Chao Phray River. When no river appeared, we stopped on the sidewalk to discuss strategy. Here comes another native of the “land of a thousand smiles” deciding somehow that we were people he should get to know. He helpfully asks my husband “where are you going.” Sean uncharacteristically starts chatting away. Must have been the jet lag. I, not being so charmed, encourage a parting of ways. Still lost, we turn a corner and happen upon an area map. Luckily, another member of the “land of a thousand smiles” club is there to greet us. She works at the local hospital close by and this happens to be her day off. “Where are you going?” she asks. Just so happens she is also headed toward the river. My husband, who usually has a very suspicious nature, takes to the stranger and chats away with her on the way down the street, me in tow. Are you kidding?

We find our way to the “ferry” and she starts assisting us with purchasing tickets. The price, a mere 2000 Baht for the day. About $60 dollars. When we balk, she encourages us to barter (it is Thailand after all). Somewhere through the fog I recall there is a public ferry, and I couldn’t imagine it would cost that much. We wander off, even more disoriented and now feeling a bit vulnerable. Not a good place.